Chapter 0303

“Good,” Kent snaps, “yes, order the overnight. Faster, if you can, I'll pay whatever they want. I’ll be staying here,” Kent adds,

glaring at the doctor, “until I get the results. If that’s any incentive to move faster.”

Then Kent looks at the door to the right which he knows is a private space. Knows it intimately. After all, he’s been here before.

“You know the drill, Mr. Lippert,” the doctor says, leaning back against his desk. “I hope that you get...whatever result it is you're

looking for.”

Kent nods quickly. “Me too,” he murmurs in reply. Then he heads into the little room.

Daniel wipes the blood from Jerome’s face and says something faint to Jerome about ice. He glances at me as he heads out the

door, hurrying down the stairs. But I don’t stop him or try to say anything. What is there to say? Instead, I look over at Jerome,

my eyes sorry. I can tell that he’s in a lot of pain.

Seeing the sympathy in my expression, Jerome just shrugs, letting me know it’s not my fault. “I’ve been punched before,” he

murmurs, pressing a hand to his sore jaw. “I'll get punched again. Don’t worry about it.”

But I sigh, watching the bruise bloom purple across his jaw and under his eye. “This is a bad one though, Jerome.”

“You've got it worse, Fay,” he mumbles in response, looking down at the floor. And I look down at myself, placing my hands on

either side of my stomach, finally really realizing that...

...that I’m fucking pregnant.

Shit.

Shit.

What the hell am I going to do now?

“Are you lying to us, Fay?” Jerome asks, his voice cold, and I snap my head up to look at him in surprise.

“What?”

“You heard me,” he snaps, his pain pushing him beyond his usual patience.

I take a moment to stare at him and then sharply shake my head. “I know I have no proof,” I say, my voice steadier than I thought

it would be. “But I'll take any test you want, and they'll all come back the same. It is only possible for one person to be the father

of this...” I look down at myself again. What's the right word here? Child? Baby? Fetus? And tears fill my eyes as I start to panic

again.

And I think it’s the tears that sell Jerome on the fact that I’m telling the truth, because his voice is softer now when he replies.

“Okay, Fay,” Jerome sighs, and I

watch him lean his head back against

the wall and s this eyes ache waits

fonDpaaielPbelieve you. I'll help you

in whatever way I can. And so will

Daniel. You know that, right?” Please

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“I do,” I whisper, believing it and staring down at myself again.

Daniel comes back after a minute

and moves to Jerome, having a short

conference with him as he brin im

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to each other, I pull myself to my feet

and walk into my bedroom, laying

myself down in my bed and pulling

my covers up all the way to my chin,

ignoring the fact that I’m still wearing

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What does it matter now anyway.

Then I close my eyes and try not to

think at all. Because I know that

soon as I start,= isa ceiltg tobe?

upbeaeabierying to decide what to

do next, and how to do it, and what

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Because everything is different now; everything has changed. I will never, ever be the same person I was — and I feel a great

deal of grief about that fact.